O may my soul increase and grow

Verse 1

O May my soul increase and grow In virtue, love and zeal likewise, Until I conquer ev'ry foe Of those who daily in me rise.

Verse 2

My unbelief, my pride and lust, My merits and self-righteousness; My worthless props to which I trust, How oft do they destroy my peace!

Verse 3

They cause in me a war and strife. They strive to bring me down to yield; They strive to take my crown of life, And fain would slay me in the field.

Verse 4

But Lord, supported by thy hand, I shall be able to endure, Against all such attacks to stand, And banish Satan with his pow'r.

Verse 5

Grant me my Lord that living faith, By which I stand for ever fast; And though I fight the pow'rs of death, Yet I shall conquer all at last.